Wow... I'm so happy this fic received such a wonderful reaction! Don't ask me where the idea came from... I have no clue, but I simply had to write it. Now, I think I'm gonna get some mixed reactions in this chapter. You'll see what I mean at the end. Now, read on and enjoy!
The early morning sunlight streamed into the room, bouncing off the walls and filling
the air with a sweet warmth. She yawned sleepily, not quite wanting to open her eyes
in her newfound awoken state. Stretching her arms out above her head, she rolled over
and into something. Opening her eyes in surprise, she was met with a quite
unexpected sight.
His eyes were on her, a lazy smile gracing his lips. He had been watching her
sleep for about an hour, unable to tear his gaze away from the beauty lying next to him.
Her crystalline eyes brightened a bit when she looked at him. "Ohayo," he greeted her.
"Ohayo," she echoed, returning the smile. "Sleep well?"
"Better than I have in ages." And it was the complete truth. On the nights that he
actually got to sleep, his dreams were plagued with guilt and uncertainties, and he
always woke up not long after. But not last night. No, last night he had slept. And he
had dreamt, too, but they were dreams of the blonde angel lying beside him.
"That's good." She sighed deeply, a thought crossing her mind. She remembered
that she had also wondered about it last night, but she never got around to asking.
"You know, we didn't even get each other's name. I'm Tsukino Usagi. And you are?"
she asked, waiting for him to formally introduce himself to her.
His grin only broadened. "This is completely not like me. I usually introduce
myself first thing." He held out his hand. "Nice to meet you, Tsukino Usagi. I'm
Quatre Raberba Winner."
Taking his hand, she gave it a firm shake, keeping it in her grasp. Her crystalline
eyes held his cerulean gaze. She could already see a difference in the way he felt from
last night. His eyes had been shadowed, several shades darker than they were now,
and it wasn't because of the dim lights in the club. Her heart swelled as she realized
that she was partially the reason that he had forgotten his problems at least for a few
hours. "Quatre," she let the name roll off of her tongue, weighing the sound in her
mind. She liked the way it sounded when she said it.
And once again, that sunny feeling of happiness washed over him as she said his
name. He had never thought about it before; a name was just a name to him.
Everyone had a name. But when she said his name, he suddenly got the urge to thank
his parents for calling him something that sounded so beautiful when it fell from her
lips.
He smiled a smile of pure contentment as he simply let himself relish in the bliss
that had been foreign to him for so long. It had taken him years to have a normal life in
any sense of the world. But normalcy was a luxury that had soon been squandered by
the beast known as life. Now here he was, with a woman he had just met, no less, and
he felt happier than he ever had in his entire existence.
"How are you feeling?"
His eyes flickered with that unpleasant thought of his past worries, but it quickly
fluttered away. "Wonderful," he murmured, pulling her lithe body to his and burying his
face in her hair that was now free from her odangos. "You feel wonderful, too."
She blushed, a flush of pink skating across her cheeks. There was no room for
disagreement. They fit well together. The touch of his flesh against hers, the warmth
of his arms around her, was like nothing she had ever felt before.
Snuggling closer to her, Quatre sighed deeply as her cool hands began to stroke
his bare back in long, soothing sweeps. Nothing was better than just lying next to her.
If he had his way, he would have stayed that way forever.
Unfortunately, fate did not want to humor him. A loud beeping resounded through
the room, making Quatre groan. He reluctantly pulled away from Usagi. Making a grab
for the pants lying on the floor next to the bed, he fished through the pockets before
finding his beeper. When he saw the message, he swore under his breath.
"Something wrong?" Usagi asked in concern, sitting up. Her hands still rested on
his back.
"Yes," he answered slowly, his eyes still staring at the blinking message. Of all
the times for something to happen... Finally turning to her, he smiled apologetically. "I
have to go. I'm needed at work. It's urgent." At least, it damn well better be for
interrupting him from this moment. He climbed off the bed, quickly throwing on his
clothes.
Usagi only watched him, a disappointing fog lingering in her chest. She didn't want
him to go. Last night had been beautiful, special, just like him. Waking up to him was
even more wonderful. But what if she were the only one that thought so?
At this thought, her eyes began to unconsciously waver. She had never spent the
night with someone she had just met, much less without knowing his name. Hell, she
had never spent the night with someone, period! This meant a great deal to her. And if
she weren't mistaken, she could guess the same about him. Then again, her judge of
character could be a bit off. Wouldn't be the first time, she admitted to herself, as an
image of her former love, Chiba Mamoru, kissing another woman came to her mind.
What if this was just a way to pass the time, to relieve the stress a bit.
What if it were only--dare she say it?--a one-night stand?
A sinking feeling that was kin to nausea fluttered up and drowned out the
disappointment she had felt only moments before. No, that couldn't be the case.
Quatre was way too sweet to ever do anything like that. Then again, he did
conveniently get paged into work.
Shaking her head slightly, she decided to not let herself believe anything one way
or the other until he made it perfectly clear to her what was going on. "Quatre?"
As if the sound of her voice startled him, Quatre jumped slightly from his position in
front of the mirror, one hand combing through his matted blonde hair. He turned to
Usagi, his eyes questioning. "Usagi?"
"Quatre, I was wondering..." How did she put this without sounding both desperate
and obvious? Contemplating her words, her tiny hands were wringing the sheet that
surrounded her. "Quatre, what exactly was last night?"
"I'm not sure I get your question," he responded slowly after a slight pause, his
hand poised in midair.
Usagi rapidly began sorting through possible answers in her head, then tried again.
"Last night was... wonderful," she concluded, stealing a glance at him. From the look
in his eyes, she would say he agreed. "Demo... what happens this morning?"
"What do you mean? Ohhh..." Realization dawned upon him as he finally grasped
the meaning behind the words she had been struggling with. How could she even think
that this could be a one-night stand? All right, he could understand how she could
think that, but still... How could anyone spend one night with this goddess and just
walk away like nothing had happened?
"Usagi." He went over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge next to her. When
she looked down, he gently grasped her chin and tilted her head up so that she was
looking at him. "This is the happiest I've been in my entire life. I would love nothing
more than to see you again, which is why I'll give you a call tonight."
"You don't have to--" Usagi started but was promptly interrupted as Quatre lay a
finger over her lips.
"I'll call you tonight," he repeated firmly, letting his hand drop to her cheek as he
leaned over and kissed her with every fiber of being in his body. When he pulled away,
they were both breathless and panting.
"I have to go," he said reluctantly, standing. "Just leave your number on the
notepad on the nightstand, and I'll call you tonight, ok?"
"All right."
Before he left, Quatre swooped down and crushed his lips against hers, breaking
contact before he decided to just ignore the page he was sent and to climb back into
the bed next to her. "Tonight," he repeated, giving her one last smile before leaving, the
door closing with a soft click behind him.
Her chest rising and falling with a sigh, Usagi allowed a tiny smile to adorn her lips
as a feeling of great relief washed over her. Her worries had fluttered up for no reason.
She would see him again, and she trusted his words wholly. With this thought, she
promptly found a pen and tore a sheet of paper off of the notepad on the nightstand and
wrote her name and number down.
He had only just left, but she was already wishing him to come back. Knowing
that she had to wait to see him again, Usagi reluctantly climbed out of bed, grabbing
her scattered clothes and dressing. Setting the paper back on the nightstand, she
grabbed her purse and left the hotel room.
Shocked? Surprised? Angered? Overjoyed? All this and more? Tell me! I need to know these things! I know, how, oh how did I choose the pairing for this fic? Well, it was unexpected and completely out there, which was why it had to be done. Besides, there aren't nearly enough Usa/Quatre fics out there! Ok, please review and tell me what you think. Thanks!!
The early morning sunlight streamed into the room, bouncing off the walls and filling
the air with a sweet warmth. She yawned sleepily, not quite wanting to open her eyes
in her newfound awoken state. Stretching her arms out above her head, she rolled over
and into something. Opening her eyes in surprise, she was met with a quite
unexpected sight.
His eyes were on her, a lazy smile gracing his lips. He had been watching her
sleep for about an hour, unable to tear his gaze away from the beauty lying next to him.
Her crystalline eyes brightened a bit when she looked at him. "Ohayo," he greeted her.
"Ohayo," she echoed, returning the smile. "Sleep well?"
"Better than I have in ages." And it was the complete truth. On the nights that he
actually got to sleep, his dreams were plagued with guilt and uncertainties, and he
always woke up not long after. But not last night. No, last night he had slept. And he
had dreamt, too, but they were dreams of the blonde angel lying beside him.
"That's good." She sighed deeply, a thought crossing her mind. She remembered
that she had also wondered about it last night, but she never got around to asking.
"You know, we didn't even get each other's name. I'm Tsukino Usagi. And you are?"
she asked, waiting for him to formally introduce himself to her.
His grin only broadened. "This is completely not like me. I usually introduce
myself first thing." He held out his hand. "Nice to meet you, Tsukino Usagi. I'm
Quatre Raberba Winner."
Taking his hand, she gave it a firm shake, keeping it in her grasp. Her crystalline
eyes held his cerulean gaze. She could already see a difference in the way he felt from
last night. His eyes had been shadowed, several shades darker than they were now,
and it wasn't because of the dim lights in the club. Her heart swelled as she realized
that she was partially the reason that he had forgotten his problems at least for a few
hours. "Quatre," she let the name roll off of her tongue, weighing the sound in her
mind. She liked the way it sounded when she said it.
And once again, that sunny feeling of happiness washed over him as she said his
name. He had never thought about it before; a name was just a name to him.
Everyone had a name. But when she said his name, he suddenly got the urge to thank
his parents for calling him something that sounded so beautiful when it fell from her
lips.
He smiled a smile of pure contentment as he simply let himself relish in the bliss
that had been foreign to him for so long. It had taken him years to have a normal life in
any sense of the world. But normalcy was a luxury that had soon been squandered by
the beast known as life. Now here he was, with a woman he had just met, no less, and
he felt happier than he ever had in his entire existence.
"How are you feeling?"
His eyes flickered with that unpleasant thought of his past worries, but it quickly
fluttered away. "Wonderful," he murmured, pulling her lithe body to his and burying his
face in her hair that was now free from her odangos. "You feel wonderful, too."
She blushed, a flush of pink skating across her cheeks. There was no room for
disagreement. They fit well together. The touch of his flesh against hers, the warmth
of his arms around her, was like nothing she had ever felt before.
Snuggling closer to her, Quatre sighed deeply as her cool hands began to stroke
his bare back in long, soothing sweeps. Nothing was better than just lying next to her.
If he had his way, he would have stayed that way forever.
Unfortunately, fate did not want to humor him. A loud beeping resounded through
the room, making Quatre groan. He reluctantly pulled away from Usagi. Making a grab
for the pants lying on the floor next to the bed, he fished through the pockets before
finding his beeper. When he saw the message, he swore under his breath.
"Something wrong?" Usagi asked in concern, sitting up. Her hands still rested on
his back.
"Yes," he answered slowly, his eyes still staring at the blinking message. Of all
the times for something to happen... Finally turning to her, he smiled apologetically. "I
have to go. I'm needed at work. It's urgent." At least, it damn well better be for
interrupting him from this moment. He climbed off the bed, quickly throwing on his
clothes.
Usagi only watched him, a disappointing fog lingering in her chest. She didn't want
him to go. Last night had been beautiful, special, just like him. Waking up to him was
even more wonderful. But what if she were the only one that thought so?
At this thought, her eyes began to unconsciously waver. She had never spent the
night with someone she had just met, much less without knowing his name. Hell, she
had never spent the night with someone, period! This meant a great deal to her. And if
she weren't mistaken, she could guess the same about him. Then again, her judge of
character could be a bit off. Wouldn't be the first time, she admitted to herself, as an
image of her former love, Chiba Mamoru, kissing another woman came to her mind.
What if this was just a way to pass the time, to relieve the stress a bit.
What if it were only--dare she say it?--a one-night stand?
A sinking feeling that was kin to nausea fluttered up and drowned out the
disappointment she had felt only moments before. No, that couldn't be the case.
Quatre was way too sweet to ever do anything like that. Then again, he did
conveniently get paged into work.
Shaking her head slightly, she decided to not let herself believe anything one way
or the other until he made it perfectly clear to her what was going on. "Quatre?"
As if the sound of her voice startled him, Quatre jumped slightly from his position in
front of the mirror, one hand combing through his matted blonde hair. He turned to
Usagi, his eyes questioning. "Usagi?"
"Quatre, I was wondering..." How did she put this without sounding both desperate
and obvious? Contemplating her words, her tiny hands were wringing the sheet that
surrounded her. "Quatre, what exactly was last night?"
"I'm not sure I get your question," he responded slowly after a slight pause, his
hand poised in midair.
Usagi rapidly began sorting through possible answers in her head, then tried again.
"Last night was... wonderful," she concluded, stealing a glance at him. From the look
in his eyes, she would say he agreed. "Demo... what happens this morning?"
"What do you mean? Ohhh..." Realization dawned upon him as he finally grasped
the meaning behind the words she had been struggling with. How could she even think
that this could be a one-night stand? All right, he could understand how she could
think that, but still... How could anyone spend one night with this goddess and just
walk away like nothing had happened?
"Usagi." He went over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge next to her. When
she looked down, he gently grasped her chin and tilted her head up so that she was
looking at him. "This is the happiest I've been in my entire life. I would love nothing
more than to see you again, which is why I'll give you a call tonight."
"You don't have to--" Usagi started but was promptly interrupted as Quatre lay a
finger over her lips.
"I'll call you tonight," he repeated firmly, letting his hand drop to her cheek as he
leaned over and kissed her with every fiber of being in his body. When he pulled away,
they were both breathless and panting.
"I have to go," he said reluctantly, standing. "Just leave your number on the
notepad on the nightstand, and I'll call you tonight, ok?"
"All right."
Before he left, Quatre swooped down and crushed his lips against hers, breaking
contact before he decided to just ignore the page he was sent and to climb back into
the bed next to her. "Tonight," he repeated, giving her one last smile before leaving, the
door closing with a soft click behind him.
Her chest rising and falling with a sigh, Usagi allowed a tiny smile to adorn her lips
as a feeling of great relief washed over her. Her worries had fluttered up for no reason.
She would see him again, and she trusted his words wholly. With this thought, she
promptly found a pen and tore a sheet of paper off of the notepad on the nightstand and
wrote her name and number down.
He had only just left, but she was already wishing him to come back. Knowing
that she had to wait to see him again, Usagi reluctantly climbed out of bed, grabbing
her scattered clothes and dressing. Setting the paper back on the nightstand, she
grabbed her purse and left the hotel room.
Shocked? Surprised? Angered? Overjoyed? All this and more? Tell me! I need to know these things! I know, how, oh how did I choose the pairing for this fic? Well, it was unexpected and completely out there, which was why it had to be done. Besides, there aren't nearly enough Usa/Quatre fics out there! Ok, please review and tell me what you think. Thanks!!